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3.In.1 said...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HK6fAUpIjGI

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Like a bird on the wire,Like a drunk in a midnight choirI have tried in my way to be free.Like a worm on a hook,Like a knight from some old fashioned bookI have saved all my ribbons for thee.If i, if I have been unkind,I hope that you can just let it go by.If i, if I have been untrueI hope you know it was never to you.

Like a baby, stillborn,Like a beast with his hornI have torn everyone who reached out for me.But I swear by this songAnd by all that I have done wrongI will make it all up to thee.I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,He said to me, you must not ask for so much.And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,She cried to me, hey, why not ask for more?

Oh like a bird on the wire,Like a drunk in a midnight choir,I have tried in my way to be free.

Leonard Cohen "Bird on the wire"

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Well I stepped into an avalanche,It covered up my soul;When I am not this hunchback that you see,I sleep beneath the golden hill.You who wish to conquer pain,You must learn, learn to serve me well.

You strike my side by accidentAs you go down for your gold.The cripple here that you clothe and feedIs neither starved nor cold;He does not ask for your company,Not at the centre, the centre of the world.

When I am on a pedestal,You did not raise me there.Your laws do not compel meTo kneel grotesque and bare.I myself am the pedestalFor this ugly hump at which you stare.

You who wish to conquer pain,You must learn what makes me kind;The crumbs of love that you offer me,Theyre the crumbs Ive left behind.Your pain is no credential here,Its just the shadow, shadow of my wound.